There used to be a house I once lived in. 

It was like a mansion, it was luxurious, only for the elite. 

But when I try to remember it, something seems different. 

A purple glow illuminates this house, and my vision is distorted by sparkles and reality seems to glitch like a game. 

Before I knew it, the house started to crumble, decaying underneath me. 

I fell into the darkness, and landed on a soft, delicate flooring.

When all was said and done, I found myself in a white, padded room. 

There were 3 doors, each with different numbers labeled on each of them. 

I reached out toward the door which was marked '1'. 

The door creaked open, reducing the number to '0', and behind it a bright light blinded me.

Then, like shattered glass, I saw the fragmented memories of people. 

Shards of glass which reflected people I had met before.

Carved into stone, encased in ice, a snowy mountain, a blinding light, gray eyes, turn to midnight.

That was when it occurred to me. 

Gathering the hopes into one, I marched forward one last time. 

My life served only one purpose. 

And to serve that purpose…

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